Bringing 'er home

It was cool enough for me to carry my little black zipper sweater to school yesterday. That's news in itself. Even more newsworthy though is the discovery I made when I casually glanced down at the tag:

What? My poor quality H&M sweater that I bought (actually that my mom bought for me) from the Eaton centre back in December is actually of Korean nationality? Cool. I hope she's happy to be home in the motherland.

Isn't it a funny tag? It looks to me like it was made incredibly simple and obvious so someone somewhere could laugh at the fact that I never realized it was made in Korea. South Korea, that is.

Today was a rough one. Everyday I wake up, turn on the computer, shower, eat cornflakes, teach, feel like cracking, eat, blog, sleep. This is my life?

About once a week I roll over in bed and ask myself that question. Is this my life? Am I here for one year really? Yes I am. I'm about seventy five percent fine with that. Less so when I have a rough day and feel tired the whole week. Oh, and D'Arcy is in Japan so I get to cover her classes and work every day until after 6:30.

Complain complain.